Tell her about himself? Wood fidgited uneasily again. A waitress pounced on them, the huge, bobbing fish hat she wore wiggling slightly. "Are you ready to order?"
"Erm, yes." Wood stared at the enourmous hat. "Two Steamed Clames Bordelaise."
The waitress scribbled it down. "Drinks?"
"Water." Wood shifted his gaze to Ryu. "Erm, what would you like, Ryu?"
"Sometimes you have to take risks." Newton calmly answered. "We'll have to walk to my house. It's not far from here." He scooped up the rest of the remains of his invention and briskly began to walk down the path. He paused and turned to the two. "Coming?"